Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 02:22:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 81 by Rob Williams
A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 81
By Rob Williams
IN THIS CHAPTER
Back together, Randy and Bob make love as they never have before
... "like making music." Bob takes charge of the house. Jamie services
the cop on his knees. Zack meets Lloyd for the first time. "I think we're
gonna get along real well, Lloyd." And the new mechanic is broken in by
the boss. "The naked mechanic was slumped over the big machine, the erotic
picture of a young stud fucked to exhaustion."
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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 81
Randy's brutal punishment of Bob had set in motion a train of events, all
of them painful for the rugged construction worker, culminating in a
beating by Zack that left Randy lying humiliated in the dirt.
As he lay there his bewildered mind ran over the events of the
extraordinary day. In a jealous rage he had tortured his lover, injured
his boy and been rejected by his friends. He had wilted under the tongue
lashing of Mark, a man he loved and respected. And finally he had been
brutally beaten into a humiliated wreck by the man he had looked on as a
brother. Worst of all, he had lost his soul-mate, the man he was to have
spent his life with.
Even when the routine of the house resumed, dark clouds loomed over it.
Bob was living in Zack's house across the street. Randy worked late at the
construction site and spent the evenings at home alone or with Pablo. The
two men thought of each other of course, but always with confusion and a
contradictory mix of emotions. So they had tried to suppress the memory
and move on.
But of course the inevitable happened when by chance, in the garden of
their house, they came face-to-face, their eyes meeting like lasers. And
there it was again in that look ... the intense, spiritual sensation of
two souls uniting, familiar to them by now but always unexplainable. There
was so much to say, but they said nothing, lowered their eyes like
embarrassed lovers, and went their separate ways.
But the brief meeting had sent them both into an agony of loneliness and
loss. In their separate homes the two men pined for the other, and their
longing was so intense that their spontaneous, solitary orgasms had been
inevitable.
**************
Bob had tried to sleep but it was no use. He moaned, "I can't do this,
Randy. Not on my own. I can't." His need was stifling him. Then
suddenly he knew what he had to do. It was so clear, so obvious that he
sighed with relief. He pulled himself off the bed and, without pausing to
dress, stumbled out of the house and across the street.
At the same moment, lying on his own bed Randy's mind was clearing. His
old strength and determination came flooding back to him and he leapt to
his feet. "This is fucking bullshit," he said, angry with himself. Now he
was sure. The weight lifted from his shoulders and he ran to the door.
"Hang on, buddy," he murmured. "I'm coming."
He ran downstairs, rushed outside ... and stopped dead in his tracks.
There in the middle of the lawn stood Bob, naked, stunningly beautiful.
Nothing moved. Even the breeze held its breath. The late afternoon
shadows had grown longer across the lawn. But as the two men gazed at each
other there was not a shadow of a doubt between them.
Their eyes locked onto each other and never wavered as they walked closer.
The first touch was like an electric charge. Each ran his hands over the
other man's muscular body in wonder, as if they were exploring a lost land.
Their faces came closer and their lips touched. But they were still unsure
of each other and they separated nervously. As if reading each other's
thoughts they turned toward the house. Randy gently wrapped his arm over
his lover's shoulder and they went inside and upstairs to bed.
*****************
On the bed Bob lay on his back. Randy was next to him on his side, propped
on his elbow gazing into his lover's beautiful face. Not a word had been
spoken since they met. It wasn't so much that words were inadequate
... they weren't even relevant. Communication between the two men was on a
whole new level. That gleam in the eye that always flashed between them,
uniting them, now flowered into an all-embracing harmony that needed no
voice.
They had endured pain and loss that had become unbearable ... but now they
were home. They had found each other again and their reunion was like the
sun emerging after a storm. Randy lowered his face and their lips met.
But it was not the rough, grinding embrace of the past. It was as if Randy
was still afraid of losing his lover again, scared that touching him would
make him disappear. So the touch of his lips was light as gossamer.
This was new. The brawny construction worker used his physical strength in
everything he did. He knew no other way. So a kiss was always a physical
act of domination. But now his cock grew stiff as he felt the light-as-air
touch of his lover's mouth. Bob's body trembled as he felt the fragile
kiss and gazed into the eyes of a man he hardly recognized ... tender,
sensitive, subtle... words he never thought to apply to his rugged mate.
Gently Randy eased himself on top of Bob, then lowered himself until their
bodies were pressing together. And again their mouths met, tentatively,
their lips sliding slowly against each other. Hesitantly their tongues
touched ... just the tips. Close together they saw themselves reflected in
each other's eyes; the man and the reflection became one. Their whole
world was here. Nothing else existed It was as if they were floating.
They were dimly aware that their bodies were trembling. Each felt the
pressure in his groin, felt the other man's rigid cock pressed against him.
And with no other movement, no sound, each man felt his lover's semen
pouring out of him, anointing their bodies in an embrace that they knew
would never end. It was as if they had created the act of loving.
What had really happened is that they had "made love" to each other for the
very first time ... like making music.
*************
Bob was lying on his back again. Propped on his elbow beside him Randy ran
his finger round the contours of Bob's sculpted pecs. "This is what I
remembered about you," he said softly. "And this" ... his finger traced
the ridges of his washboard stomach. "This too." ... he stroked the ridge
of his nose ... "and this" ... he touched the square, lantern jaw. "These
too, of course" ... and he kissed the soft, brown eyes. "And this ..." He
lowered his mouth onto Bob's lips and they kissed again, only this time
more confidently, passionately.
Randy pulled back, gently turned Bob onto his stomach and stared at his
back. "Oh God, man, I am so sorry." His eyes ran over the back, still
bearing the stripes of the whip, and down to the ass, still marked, still
red. He bent down and pressed his lips on the tender flesh of the ass,
licking it as if to wash the stripes away.
Bob murmured into the pillow, "You can take the pain away, Randy. You can
heal everything. You know how to do it."
Randy got to his knees and gazed down at the globes of his lover's ass,
perfect in spite of the marks. His cock was hard even though he had cum so
recently. Bob was used to the usual assault on his ass when Randy impaled
him savagely on his huge tool. But this time he felt almost nothing, just
the smooth sensation of his lover gliding gently inside him. He sighed
deeply as a glow suffused his body. This was his man, loving him. Not the
wild demon who usually savaged him, but his lover ... loving him.
This time it wasn't carnal lust. Huge and powerful as Randy's body was, as
brutal as his cock could be, now it rose and fell on his lover's wounded
flesh with the gentleness of snow. And this time when their juice poured
from them it was not so much an explosion of physical release as a simple
outpouring of love.
***************
Randy's voice was firm now, confident. "It's gonna be different from now
on, buddy, I swear it to you." Having come back down to earth from the
ecstasy of their reunion the men were lying contentedly in each other's
arms. "I've been such a damn fool and I paid a price when Zack beat the
shit out of me. I knew he would and I'm glad he did. But it was Mark who
really opened my eyes. When he laid into me and read me the riot act he
didn't pull any punches. He showed me what a fucking asshole I've been."
"`You've always treated Bob like shit,' Mark said, `like one of your
possessions, one of your boys.' He said I was crazy to think that a
gorgeous alpha male like you should submit to me, be subservient. I was
arrogant to think it was fine for me to fuck whoever I want `cause I'm the
boss, but it wasn't OK for you `cause you're just one of my possessions."
"Randy, you don't have to go over all that ..."
"No, buddy ... he was dead right ... all that was true. Then he said
something that really hit home. `And what is all this shit about owning
him, owning his ass? Bob is not your boy. Nobody owns that man, least of
all you!"
"Randy, stop. It's all in the past."
Randy's voice softened. "You're right there, buddy. It's all in the past.
From now on I'm treating you with the love and respect you deserve, like
the gorgeous, generous, spectacular man that you are. No more `owning', no
more `sir'. We're equals, buddy. No, not really ... you're a better man
than I could ever hope to be." His voice trailed off to a whisper. "It's
just that I've always been so scared of losing you, man."
Bob smiled at him. "After what we just did here, Randy ... the way we made
love? When I look into your eyes I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that
I will never, ever leave you." He propped himself on his elbows. "But
that doesn't mean I can't change. You're right, I guess I have kind of
lived in your shadow, so from now on I'm gonna be more assertive." Then he
paused and frowned. "Just one thing about what you said, though. I mean,
it was great making love like that. But when we have sex, when we play
... well, remember what we did in that scruffy motel where we first met?"
Randy understood instantly, remembering the raw physical sex they had all
that time ago when he had overpowered Bob, dominated him in body and
spirit. He grinned. "Oh now, don't get me wrong. Any time you want it,
when we're alone together, you're gonna get it, good and rough. That
doesn't change. You want a master? You got one. Whenever you want it.
Is that clear, asshole?"
"Yes, sir," Bob grinned. "Thank you, sir."
***************
The next day was Saturday and nobody worked. Bob and Randy spent much of
the morning talking together, and then Bob had quick discussions with Mark
and Zack. Finally he went to the kitchen and spoke to the three boys.
"Hey guys, can you do something special for lunch? ... kind of a
celebration, a reunion. We'll all be there." And that is exactly what the
boys had been longing to hear.
So they all assembled at the outdoor table, rather tentatively, and Zack
didn't make eye contact with Randy at first. There was a kind of muted
embarrassment in the air, so before lunch began Bob stood up and cleared
his throat. "Guys, there are a few things I want to say before we eat."
His voice was clear and firm, with a ring to it that they had not heard
before. They all fell into a respectful silence silent as they sat round
the table and looked up at him.
"First, on a personal note, I want to make it clear that Randy and I are
together ... never more so, in fact ... and we always will be." There were
cheers from the three boys until they were silenced by a look from Bob.
"So the past is the past. I want there to be no hard feelings. I really
appreciate everything you did for us, and I want us to be the same close
group of guys as we were before. Is that clear?" and he looked pointedly
at Randy, Mark and Zack. They all grinned at each other, realizing that
this was the new Bob ... taking charge.
"Now, you've all heard the gossip of what happened in San Francisco." He
paused to let the uneasy laughter subside. "But the other thing that
happened is that I got a promotion at my firm. I'll still be based in
L.A. but it'll mean more work ... plus a company car. I'll have less time
to give to the construction company so, with Mark's approval, I'm making
Jamie the office manager. He'll be in charge of all our business affairs.
In time he'll have an assistant. He's worked real hard and deserves the
promotion." Jamie blushed deep red as Mark put his arm round his shoulder
and Darius and Pablo cheered again.
Bob hadn't finished. "As you know by now, Randy has hired Pablo to do all
the company's vehicle maintenance and we'll be looking for an assistant for
him too. You also know that Darius has become Zack's boy and is helping
him with the remodeling on his house. By the way, Zack, any luck yet
finding an architect?"
"Sure," Zack said. "I'll be using the company architect Lloyd ... out of
work hours, of course, and I'll pay him myself. You all say he's good, and
I spoke to him on the phone but haven't met him yet."
Randy grinned. "Yeah, well good luck with that, buddy. Should be quite a
show. Just make sure Darius doesn't make a movie of it."
"Aw, boss," Darius groaned.
"Anyway," Bob said, "the three boys are gonna be real busy from now on and
we've used them as servants around here for too long. So I'm gonna be
looking for a live-in guy to take charge of the household, especially the
cooking." This time the boys really cheered, glad finally to be relieved
of their household chores.
Throughout this speech Randy had been looking up at his lover with pleasure
and pride. A few days ago Bob had been tied to the bed, whipped and
humiliated, but he had come back to Randy and they had made unbelievable
love. Now he was a changed man, a commanding alpha male. And this
magnificent man was his equal, his lover! No doubt about it
... partnership was better than ownership.
Zack looked from one man to the other and marveled at them. What they had
was unique, a rare bond that he had never before seen in two people, a bond
that apparently nothing, nobody could ever break. He loved them both,
treasured his friendship with them and salivated over the future he would
share with them.
Mark too was gratified to see Bob take charge. Apparently his
tongue-lashing at Randy was having some effect. He smiled thoughtfully,
folded his arms and rocked back on his chair. "Hey Bob," he said. "Isn't
it about time you found a boy of your own." He grinned at Jamie. "I can
highly recommend it. You're the only one of the four of us doesn't have
one."
The three boys raised their hands and shouted in unison, "Me, sir ... Me,
sir."
"You three are already taken," Bob laughed. And now it was his turn to
blush at the wild shouts of encouragement. "OK, OK," he said. "All in
good time. You never know what's round the next corner... Anyway that
does it for me. I've had my say."
Randy stood up, put his arm around Bob's shoulder, and whispered to him,
"Way to go, buddy." Then he said loudly to the group, "I have one more
suggestion, guys." He paused for effect, looked around at them, and
grinned. "Let's eat!" he shouted. "I'm fucking starving."
****************
The meal was more boisterous than their gatherings had ever been as the
tension of the previous days evaporated. Bob had effectively brought this
difficult chapter in their lives to a close and there was a general air of
relief, coupled with huge admiration for the new, assertive Bob. All the
guys had always loved and respected him but today he had finally taken his
place as a leading figure in the house. Randy was still the boss, of
course. That would never change. But Bob now stood beside him as an
equal. And that, they all felt, was exactly as it should be ... at long
last.
*****************
There was one more loose end to tie up and during the weekend Mark took
Randy aside.
"Guess who I had a call from, Randy. Remember the guy you beat up and
fucked in his driveway?"
"Shit damn. So Steve is bringing charges."
"Actually no," Mark said. "He asked me if I could talk to you and maybe
set up another therapy session. He seems to feel you need to continue your
anger therapy." Mark grinned. "Can't imagine why."
"Shit, the guy's a glutton for punishment."
"Randy, Steve's offering therapy, not his ass."
"Yeah, well we'll see about that. OK, buddy. Set something up with him.
Could be very interesting."
**************
Starting on Monday the various elements of Bob's little speech all started
to take effect. Eager to start work as the new mechanic Pablo reported to
Jamie in the upstairs office and completed all the new-employee paperwork.
Jamie too had become more assertive with his new job title and stood up
formally to shake Pablo's hand.
"Congratulations, Pablo, and welcome aboard."
The two boys gazed at each other, then Pablo said, "Shit dude," and threw
his arms round him. They found themselves kissing each other hungrily.
When they finally separated Pablo said, "Dude, that tasted real good. We
should try that again sometime. Look what you did," and he grabbed the
bulge in his shorts.
"Work first, though," Pablo said. "Randy's given me a list of the
equipment that needs fixing. I'll still be working out my notice at the
motor pool, but after work today I'm gonna drop by the Number 2 site to
take a look."
"Right now Darius is in charge there," Jamie said. You should report to
him first."
"Yeah, right, like that's gonna happen," Pablo huffed dismissively and
walked away.
A few minutes after he left the door opened again and Jamie looked up and
gasped. He never got used to the sight of his master, Mark, magnificent in
his black police uniform. The cop ruffled Jamie's hair. "Just leaving for
work," he said. "Thought I'd stop by to see how the new office manager's
doing." He looked down at the handsome young boy who was barefoot, in
surfer shorts and a loose tank top. "So that's what the well-dressed
manager is wearing these days."
"This one is sir," Jamie smiled.
Mark cleared his throat. "Er, there was one other thing. I asked Bob to
add one other duty to your new job description."
"Yes, sir?"
"Yeah. From now on the office manager has to suck the cop's dick before
the cop goes to work." Jamie grinned, his eyes shining. "Listen, kid, I'm
gonna have that bike under my legs for the next eight hours and I've gotta
be out of here in five minutes so make it quick."
Jamie fell to his knees and looked up at the beautiful blonde cop, standing
legs astride, helmet under his arm. The boy reached forward, unzipped the
uniform pants and pulled out the rigid cock. Hungrily he clamped his mouth
round it and rode it hard, sucking it down his throat, squeezing it with
his throat muscles. The rough serge of the uniform pants slammed into his
face as the cop's hard rod pounded his face, making him choke.
It took much less than five minutes. He heard the cop's breathing become
ragged, felt the cock shudder, and tasted the hot, sweet taste of his
master's cum blasting down his throat. He swallowed hard, gulping the
juice down, his eyes watering as the thick shaft pushed down deep. There
was still cum in Jamie's mouth when the cop pulled him to his feet and
clamped his mouth over his, sharing the taste of the warm, creamy juice.
Finally Mark pulled back, kissed Jamie on the eyes and said. "You're the
best, Jamie. I love you, kiddo."
After that Mark was all business. He buttoned up his pants, put on his
helmet and as he was buckling it said, "Oh, there was one other clause I
added to the work contract. When the cop comes home the office manager has
to make his ass available to him. He'll be wanting to fuck it, hard.
Clear?"
"No problem there, sir," Jamie grinned. "I'll be thinking about that all
day."
"So will I, kid. So you be good and ready." He strode through the door
and was gone.
****************
It was not until early that evening that Pablo got to the construction
site. He had changed out of his police overalls and put on the old
dungarees he always preferred. The crew had all left, but the gate was
still open. Pablo walked onto the deserted site and was aiming for the
broken equipment when the door of the trailer office opened. It was
Darius.
"Hey," he shouted. "What are you doing here?"
Pablo stopped in his tracks and faced him, with an air of defiance. "I'm
the new mechanic, remember? The boss said I should come by and check out
the backhoe loader that's giving trouble. That's what I'm doing." He
turned and continued walking. Darius's eyes gleamed as his fantasy mill
kicked into high gear. He ran from the trailer and confronted him.
"Not so fast, boy. I'm the site manager here. All new hires report to me.
I have to check them out, make sure they've got what it takes."
Pablo stood his ground. "Oh, is that right? Well I've been cleared by the
boss. He likes me a lot ... so consider me checked out." He turned his
back on the young black stud and strode over to the big yellow backhoe. He
yanked open the engine cover and bent forward to get a close look.
Darius folded his arms and stood looking at the new mechanic. His old
dungarees were held up by only one strap over the shoulder, the other hung
down, broken long since. And as always the muscular young kid wore nothing
underneath the dungarees. Always preferred to work that way.
"Oh, man," Darius breathed. "Oh man-o-man!" If ever there was a fantasy
this was it. The exotic young stud bent low over the engine, his sinewy
body straining with physical effort as he worked, hair hanging down into
his eyes. There were already grease marks on his shoulder and arms, and
the boy was starting to sweat in the residual heat of the day. But it was
something else that was the object of Darius's laser-like focus.
"Jesus, that ass," he breathed. As the mechanic leaned forward the lower
half of his body flexed hard as it pressed against the machine. The thin
cotton of his dungarees stretched tight across his ass and the perfect
globes were clearly outlined underneath as they strained against the
fabric.
Darius could feel his cock throbbing, but he didn't move, just stood there
watching, his arms still folded across his chest. He allowed his
imagination to race as he spun into the fantasy world he was so good at
creating. He was the boss, after all, and this cocky kid was a new hire.
And he had given him lip! Arrogant young fucker ... thought he was all
that ... friend of the boss and all. Who knew if he was any good? Well
he, Darius, the site manager, would damn sure find out. He put his hands
behind his neck and yanked off his T-shirt.
Stripped to the waist he walked closer, but the mechanic ignored him,
working intently, a look of concentration on his oil-streaked face. Darius
stood behind him and watched. Beads of sweat were now gathering on the
mechanic's handsome young face and, as he wiped them off, he left smears of
grease on his forehead. He was trying to wrench a nut free and the effort
made his biceps and shoulder ripple and flex.
He had been sweating in the sun all day and the black hair under his
armpits was glistening wet, streams of perspiration running down his sides
to the damp patches on his dungarees. There were sweat stains all over and
Darius took a sharp intake of breath as he saw the thin fabric across his
ass start to get wet, almost transparent. As he breathed deeply he smelt
the mix of oil and sweat coming off the warm flesh.
Darius's cock was now straining against his jeans, but he tried to keep a
professional calm. "You sure you're used to working on machines this big,
kid?
"Yup," Pablo said, still concentrating on his task.
"Don't look to me like you're strong enough to handle those big tools."
Pablo ignored him as Darius reached down and unzipped his jeans, pulling
out his raging ten-inch cock.
"Think you could handle a tool this big?"
Finally, in exasperation the mechanic turned round and looked
contemptuously at the huge black rod, shaking his head. "Jesus, man, you
black guys are all alike. Just because you've got the almighty club you
think you're hot shit. Well here's a news-flash big guy. Takes more than
a big piece of meat to make you the boss. Now for crap's sake let me get
on with my work." The mechanic turned round, bent over the machine and
resumed his work.
Fantasy or not, Darius actually got angry. "You arrogant piece-of-shit
cocksucker. You don't mouth off like that to me! Like I told you,
asshole, I'm the boss here and I gotta check out all the new hires. And
I'm not sure you can take the heat. Not sure at all."
Darius leaned forward and pulled the strap down from the mechanic's
shoulder. With one more tug the overalls fell to the ground and the boy
was naked, his incredible white ass pointing upward as he stretched
forward. But amazingly the boy didn't miss a beat. He stayed bent over
the machine and continued working.
Darius was enraged. He clamped the palms of his hands over the mounds of
the ass, stretching it open. He pushed the mechanic hard against the
metal, and brought the head of his raging dick up against the vulnerable
hole. He snarled, "Maybe this'll convince you who's boss around here,
boy." He rammed his hips forward and his huge shaft pierced the mechanic's
ass, all ten inches of it, until it came to rest deep inside the warm gut.
There was a soft moan as the naked body tensed. Other than that there was
no reaction, except that his hands stopped working and gripped the engine
block hard. This lack of response angered Darius even more and he knew he
had to really work this guy's ass. He pulled out all the way and plunged
his dick in again, even deeper this time so he felt the head push against
the muscle of the inner sphincter and pass over it into the deepest part of
the young mechanic's gut.
This time he heard a muffled, "Oh, man," and he saw the boy's fists clench
hard on the greasy metal. Now Darius's cock became a piston and the
heaving black man began doing what he did better than most ... fucking ass.
He slapped his hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled his body toward him,
ramming his cock harder and harder. He felt his rough pubic hair scrape
against the tender young flesh of the ass, felt the soft, warm membrane of
the mechanic's ass tense under the onslaught of his pounding of his cock.
As he hammered the ass again and again Darius watched the mechanic buckle
under him, black hair flying, his face now pouring sweat, hissing as it
fell on the hot metal of the engine. Darius knew that the man couldn't
take much more and he closed in for the kill. "Now boy, tell me who the
boss is. Submit to your master."
The faint groan came ... "Fuck you man."
"I don't think so, asshole. It's your ass getting fucked, by the biggest
damn cock you ever felt." Darius now piled on the pressure and the
pounding became brutal. "You can make it stop, boy. Give up. You know
you have to."
The young mechanic screamed. "OK, OK, you win. You're the boss. Please,
sir, please. I can't take your cock anymore. I submit. Please, sir. Cum
inside my ass."
Their explosions were simultaneous. With one last gigantic thrust Darius
buried his monster tool deep inside the ass and it erupted with streams of
hot juice. The mechanic flexed hard, his body shuddered and he yelled as
his cock blasted its load over the side of the backhoe, shooting up over
the edge and splashing down with a hiss on the hot engine block.
Both men heaved, gasping for breath as Darius leaned forward and pressed
his body against the exhausted boy. They stayed like that for minutes,
until finally the mechanic felt the rod pull back, inch by inch, and fall
at last out of his tortured ass.
Darius stood up and pushed his dick back inside his jeans. "OK, kid.
You'll do. You passed the inspection. When you're finished here report to
me in the trailer. And for god's sake wipe your cum of the side of that
machine. You'll get the company a bad name."
Darius bent down, picked up his discarded T-shirt, slung it over his
shoulder and strode back to the trailer with a huge smile of satisfaction
on his face.
**************
In the trailer Darius washed off his cock, zipped up his jeans and looked
out the window. "Oh man," he breathed as he watched his fantasy continue.
The naked mechanic was still slumped over the big machine, his arms
stretched forward over the engine, his head hanging down. He was still
breathing hard and cum was oozing from his ass and running down his leg.
It was the erotic picture of a young stud fucked to exhaustion.
It was the unique talent of Darius's elaborate fantasies that he made
others believe in them and learn to live their part. And that's what
happened now. Darius saw the mechanic pull himself upright, reach down and
pull up his dungarees, re-attaching the single strap over his shoulder.
But he did not continue working. Instead he turned round, looked at the
trailer and stumbled toward it.
The door opened and Darius's cock started to grow again in his pants as he
looked at the young mechanic standing before him, sweat still running down
his greasy face and arms, dungarees stained with oily, wet patches. The
arrogant expression of before was replaced with an exhausted, beaten look
of submission.
"You finished your work already, boy?" Darius barked.
"No, sir," the mechanic groaned and he fell to his knees. "I'm sorry I
mouthed off to you sir." But he wasn't looking up at Darius's face. His
eyes were focused forward onto the bulge in the boss's jeans.
"So that's it. You want more of this big cock, uh, boy?"
"Please, sir," the young stud said softly. He came forward on his knees
and pressed his open mouth against the rough denim. He closed his mouth
over the bulging crotch and breathed in deeply, groaning as he smelt the
cock through the jeans. Darius grabbed his hair and pulled the face back.
With his other hand he unzipped his pants and his half-hard cock flopped
out.
"Make it hard, boy." He shoved the long black tool into the mouth and felt
the mechanic work on it until it became stiff. He watched the oil-stained
face rise and fall, saw the tangled black hair and tear-stained eyes. He
heard the young mechanic slurp and choke on the monster black shaft that
was now hard as a pole.
Suddenly Darius pulled out of the mouth and said. "So, boy, you wanna tell
me again who's boss?"
"You are sir."
"OK, here it comes ..." Darius's cock exploded with a jet of cum that
slammed into the mechanic's face, into his hair, his eyes and ran down over
his cheeks and neck. The sight of the beautiful face streaked with oil,
sweat and semen was such a turn-on for Darius that his cock kept erupting
in a spectacular orgasm. When he finally stopped he pulled the boy to his
feet and looked into his eyes.
"Now, boy, you have to do something for the boss." Darius dropped to his
knees and opened the buttons of the fly in the dungarees. The mechanic
looked down at him and stroked his own cock. It took only a few seconds
for it to become raging hard. His body shuddered, he felt heat rising from
his balls and along his cock ... and he saw his own juice streaming out
onto the handsome black face.
When it was over Darius stood up, looked into Pablo's eyes, then pressed
their faces together. They rubbed against each other, feeling their own
creamy cum spread over their faces as they licked it, sucked it, breathed
it in and ravenously kissed the lips and eyes.
Pablo whispered, "Dude, you are the best. That was spectacular. You're
incredible, Darius. Thank you, man."
Darius smiled back. "Any time, dude. OK, let's go home."
As they walked toward the gate Darius said. "Now don't forget, boy. Every
time you come to work on this site you check in with me first, got it?"
"So you can check me out again, sir?"
"Damn right I will, boy. You can bet your sweet ass on that."
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Randy and Bob were sitting at the table by the pool with Mark, Jamie and
Zack when the gate opened and the two disheveled boys walked in. Their
faces and clothes were still streaked with oil and dried cum, and it was
obvious at a glance that they had just had sex ... a lot of it.
Randy gazed at them. "You boys are late home. You get that backhoe fixed,
Pablo?"
"Not yet, sir," Pablo stammered. "I, er ..."
Darius bailed him out. "As he's the new mechanic, sir, I had to check him
out first. Make sure he was up to the job."
"And was he?" Bob grinned.
"Absolutely, sir. I think he'll do just fine."
"You broke him in, uh?" Randy chuckled. "Just let me know if you need any
help with him."
"I don't think that'll be necessary, sir. I'm sure I can handle it."
Mark grinned at the other guys. "Not much doubt about that, I'd say."
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Pablo was not the only new hire that week. Well, Lloyd was not exactly a
new hire as he had been the firm's architect for some time. But working
for Zack would be new. When he got the phone call from Zack he had readily
agreed to take on the job of designing the new extension to the house he
was remodeling. Sure, the extra money would come in handy, but it was more
the prospect of working on a small domestic project that appealed to him, a
welcome change from all the big commercial stuff he did.
Lloyd had heard Zack's name mentioned but they had never met. Zack was the
manager of the Number 1 construction site and Lloyd was assigned to the
Number 3 site which was still partially in the planning stage. They had
arranged to meet at Zack's house after their regular workday.
As he rang the doorbell Lloyd was intrigued to know what the guy was like.
"Probably your average scruffy construction worker," he thought to himself.
"Oh, well." Lloyd himself had dressed smartly in well-tailored suit and
tie as he always did when meeting a new client. Handsome, well-built, he
knew he looked good. He became impatient when no one answered the door,
but he heard thudding sounds coming from behind the house, so he walked
through a gate at the side and round to the garden in back.
The sounds were coming from a guy kneeling over a tree stump, pounding at
the earth to loosen it, evidently trying to work the stump out of the
ground. All Lloyd could see was the guy's naked back. Must be one of
Zack's laborers. After all, no one had mentioned that Zack himself was
black.
Lloyd cleared his throat noisily to be heard over the banging. "Excuse
me," he said sharply.
The man raised his head, pulled himself to his feet and tuned round to face
the architect. Lloyd's mouth gaped open and he felt his legs go weak. The
man was spectacular. Tall, black as ebony, with a perfect bodybuilder's
physique ... broad shoulders, wide lats tapering down to a slim, tight
waist. All he was wearing was a pair of old, gray torn shorts that gripped
his thick, sinewy thighs. Under the shorts Lloyd saw the bulge of the huge
club running down so low the tip was visible poking out at the bottom.
Under a sheen of sweat the chiseled muscles gleamed in the late afternoon
sun, still pumped from the physical effort, veins still bulging under the
thin skin. The chest heaved as the man caught his breath. Lloyd was
mesmerized by the face, with its strong, square jaw, high cheek bones and
deep-set gray eyes, the head shaved clean.
The picture was pornographically beautiful ... and suddenly it came alive.
The glorious face broke into a beaming smile with flashing white teeth.
"Hi, I'm Zack ... you must be Lloyd." Lloyd didn't move. He was in a
trance, rooted to the spot. "Hello!" Zack grinned. "Earth to Lloyd
... anyone there?"
Lloyd snapped back to life and stammered. "Er, sorry. Hi, I'm Lloyd."
"I know," Zack laughed. "I just said that. Good to meet you at last." He
put out his hand and gripped Lloyd's in a crushing handshake. "Sorry about
the shorts. Didn't expect to have such a well-dressed visitor. Still,
we'll soon change that. You're working for me now, Lloyd. It's real
casual around here. You'll get used to it."
Zack looked the handsome architect up and down and smiled. "I think we're
gonna get along real well, Lloyd," he said, looking down at the bulge
growing bigger by the minute in the crotch of the well-tailored pants.
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 82"